‘Bloo bloo boo'. 'Bloo bloo boo'. 'Bloo bloo boo’.

The warm, smooth body spooning me from behind twists to turn off her alarm, the rhythmic noise echoing throughout the room. I miss the warmth for only a moment before it returns and I’m embraced tightly from behind. I moan, a smile spreading across my lips, and lean into the warmth.

It’s hard to believe that just a week ago, I had ‘Lycaned out’ in a Phoebe pack hideout to rescue Roxy and ...